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Jenessa VanZutphen

Jenessa VanZutphen lives and writes in Portland, OR.

Recent Work

My mouth has a mother

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I harbor her cold / tongue. I hang it / heavy on the drying / rack. /

An introduction

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The summers were all watermelon. Mom would cut that big green candy skin wide open, the knife plunging into the deep pink fruit belly. I was five…

For Maggie

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I want her heart to beat / its peril with a small switch / / / the cannon, let loose / on fatality’s bare ass. / / / I want to offer…

Taut

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/ In the young room, we sit between / the sinks. Sister’s small legs dangle – / she is all nightgown and toes. Her shins are plump with…

Warmer

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At the grocery store my grandmother is dying. The man in front of the counter leers at the salmon swimming belly up in crushed ice. His finger…

See

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The flies, smaller even than the girl / / pupils that dilate, widening with / / accordion breath, inhaling the light. / / / / The…

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Zachary Scott Hamilton

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SHARE YOUR SILHOUETTE WITH ME // Her neck is frozen centaur, and wings of necklace, and knots of thread at her spine, / half of the world are…

Soggy Boots in the Desert

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Camp in the sandy wash bed. / Dip our toes in cool streams. / Chris mentions the monsoons. / / Not a gamble in this heat. Maybe next month....

Walk to Work

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Here is a place / where everything used to matter / And so, everything matters. / A casual blizzard blankets distant echoes / -the laying of…

Of Course

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5pm in San Manuel. Imaginary waves // Rise off the caramelized Sonoran, / Crash at the baby-blue feet of the Catalinas. / I haven’t earned my…

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